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It's not yet time to turn off the lights and go to bed; it's still free time before sleep.

As the shouts rang out, many prisoners jumped out of their beds and ran in the direction from which the shouts came.

The prisoners throughout the entire prison area were all excited, eager to see what had happened.

This is a minor offense prison; the maximum sentence is only one year, and many people only need to stay for a few days before they can get out.

I have never heard of anyone escaping from a minor prison.

Wayne followed the crowd and arrived at a security door following the sound.

The prisoners in the ward had completely surrounded the area.

Upon seeing Wayne appear, everyone immediately made way for him.

The prison alarm sounded twice and then stopped. Wayne then saw that the person leading the team on duty was prison guard Anderson.

A prisoner was stuck in a small window at the top of the security door, struggling and groaning.

Anderson and several prison guards stood by watching the scene, all with smiles on their faces.

"You fucking idiot, what you've done is good enough for The Onion! Do you think we're all blind?!" Anderson yelled.

A gentle voice came from behind him:

"Anderson, what happened?"

Anderson quickly turned his head, smiled after recognizing the person, and said:

"Mr. Wayne, here's what happened. This idiot tried to squeeze through the security door's peephole during the time before lights out, and then got stuck here."

"Like a mouse caught in a mousetrap."

The prisoners present couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Such a stupid guy is really rare.

"Hey, I know him, isn't that the fucking pastor?" a black prisoner said.

Seeing the looks on his face, he immediately explained:

"This guy said he was the doorman of some Harvest Bible Church and wanted to spread the gospel to us, so we nicknamed him Pastor."

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on and started teasing each other:

"Hahaha, maybe he thinks this door is the entrance to heaven... God, let me in!"

"The people in the church must have come in because of those damn choir boys."

"Maybe he's just a little boy from the choir."

Laugh out loud.

The prisoner, trapped in the peephole, cried and pleaded:

"Officer, please, I have to go back... I have to go back to France..."

Anderson, standing to the side, shook his head and cursed:

"You damn bastard, get off my door! You look like you've raped it!"

"Everyone wants to go home, but because of your stupidity, you'll definitely be sentenced to a felony prison, and escaping is a serious crime!"

Upon hearing this, the trapped prisoner panicked instantly and cried out:

"God, you can't do this... I only owe a traffic ticket... My daughter is still at home, and no one is taking care of her... She's only seven years old..."

Wayne sighed and said:

"Officer Anderson, let him down first."

As he spoke, he made a gesture, and Hugo and several other prisoners immediately stepped forward and pulled the prisoner out of the peephole.

The moment he landed, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged the prison guard Anderson:

"Officer, please, don't put me in the felony prison. I can't extend my sentence any longer. Wendy can't leave me..." [Evan Darcy, a former orc soybean farmer from Lower Nest, is now the chaplain of the Harvest Bible Church and lives with his daughter Wendy.] He was once a soybean farmer.

The information provided on the panel this time was limited, consisting of only a few sentences, but even these few sentences were enough to reveal the tragic life of a bankrupt single farmer father.

Being able to become a church doorman was already a pretty good job for him; at least he wasn't homeless.

But it was just a parking ticket, and this poor man, ravaged by fate, was thrown into prison.

Wayne was familiar with this Harvest Bible Church.

The church tour group that he led to beat up those homeless people last time seems to have come from Harvest Bible Church.

This is a mainstream Protestant church in Seattle, with members mainly from the middle and upper classes.

What truly caught Wayne's attention was the other man's past as a soybean farmer.

This reminded him of many things.

He sighed and said to Anderson:

"Officer, I don't think he was planning to escape. He's just a drug-addicted idiot who mistook that doorway for the church entrance." "You know, many churches have a small doorway for easy entry and exit. I guess he's out of his mind."

As he spoke, he reached out and shook Anderson's hand.

"But Mr. Wayne..." Anderson was about to retort when he suddenly felt a small roll of paper in his palm. His words immediately changed: "What you said makes a lot of sense!"

"I've seen those church doorways before. They're said to have been used for the young boys who were priests to go in and out. Some churches even have deep basements. Since he was a doorman, he might have had similar habits. Who knows?"

Anderson said, casually putting his hand into his pocket and shrugging.

I don't know why Wayne is helping this unlucky guy, but whatever.

The banknotes are real.

The other party has not actually escaped from prison; they haven't even left the first security gate yet.

It depends on how you judge it; it could be a big deal or a small deal.

The two prison guards standing nearby were also acquaintances of Wayne. Seeing Anderson suddenly change his tune and the two men holding hands, they immediately understood that there was a share of the profits to be made. They quickly echoed each other's sentiments.

"That's right, that's exactly it. It's said that the reason why the little boys in the choir had such high-pitched voices was because there was a doorway behind where they stood, and the pastor would wind them up inside."

"Since he's the church doorman, he definitely won't escape."

"Disperse, everyone disperse! Sean, go write a report on the accidental alarm activation!"

"It's a pity Bob isn't here, otherwise he would be better at writing this kind of report."

Good night, Mr. Wayne.

Several prison guards locked the door and closed the peephole, said goodbye to Wayne, and then left.

After the prison guards had all left, the church doorman who had been rescued, trembling all over, said to Wayne:

"Thank you, thank you so much, sir... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know..."

He only came in this afternoon and didn't witness Wayne's battle against the group of criminals.

But looking at the respectful attitude and eyes of the prisoners around him, as well as the attitude of the prison guards, he understood that this was definitely the most powerful person in the entire prison area.

Thinking of his daughter, he couldn't help but burst into tears again, saying:

"God, my little Wendy... I have to get out... I can't lose her..."

Wayne looked at the other person calmly and said:

"Evan, Evan, tell me, what help do you need?"

Upon hearing Wayne call his name accurately, Evan's face showed shock, and he said:

"How did you know, sir...?"

"How does he know your name?" Marcus shouted from the side. "Hey, standing in front of you is Seattle's greatest psychic, the godfather of King County Correctional Center, a saint, a prophet, a master psychic. There's nothing he doesn't know!"

As he spoke, a hint of pride also appeared on his face.

Evan, who was in a daze, paused for a moment and said:

"Am I... are there really that many important people here?"

He then grasped at a straw and said:

"My daughter, poor little Wendy, we depend on each other for survival. Now I'm in custody, and she's all alone at home. She needs someone to take care of her," the white gang leader, Leon, interjected.

"Damn it, you left a little girl alone in the house overnight? You should have told the police!"

Evan quickly waved his hand and pleaded:

"Don't tell the police, absolutely don't tell them! Otherwise, DCYF (Washington State Department of Children, Adolescents and Families) will send CPS (Child Protective Service) to pick up little Wendy..."

"Then they'll definitely decide I'm not qualified to raise a child, and put my little Wendy up for auction, letting those foster families bid and take her away!"

Once the CPS determines that a person is unable to raise their child "well," the government will immediately revoke custody.

The child is then quickly placed in a foster care system under government supervision after the parents' guardianship is terminated. The foster family then applies for adoption and ultimately gains custody of the child.

The so-called auction is not simply about listing prices directly online; that is still illegal.

Instead, it is done through a "love gift" that is "voluntarily donated" by the adoptive parents.

The amount involved often influences the examiner's final decision.

This is a disguised auction.

Foster families receive substantial government subsidies when they adopt children.

Once a child is adopted by a foster family, the biological parents must obtain the foster family's consent to see the child again.

There have been numerous cases where Chinese mothers have had their custody revoked and their children sent to foster care after slapping their children.

As for the children's experiences in foster families, compared to that, Harry Potter is practically living in paradise.

A seven-year-old girl may be sent to a foster family simply because her father cannot afford the traffic ticket.

Wayne looked at Evan and said:

"Evan, my friend, if you trust me, tell me your address."

Evan looked at the man before him, and for some reason, just seeing the man's face gave him a sense of familiarity. There seemed to be a natural feeling of trust.

And then he remembered that a legend about a saint seemed to be circulating in the nearby community.

Let's call him Mr. Wayne.

It's the same person!?

And he really has no other choice now.

Only by trusting the saints.

He gritted his teeth and gave an address.

Wayne nodded, took out his phone from his spatial backpack, and dialed a number in full view of everyone.

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a lark, rang out:

"teacher!"

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Isabella, I need you to go to a place and find a little girl named Wendy."

[You helped a prisoner trying to escape. Experience points +3]

Your title, "Royal Court Rebel," has been increased by 10% + 1%.

[Reputation +5]